Blame the wine, Part 4

I kicked off my heels as I left the kitchen, inched my skirt down through the dining room and tossed my shirt over the end of the couch once I reached them. He hadn't noticed my return but I caught her eyes as I kneeled down next to her. My hand trailing her back, finger tips caressing her silk covered ass. I slipped a hand underneath her, cupping her wetness. She opened her legs further for my